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A Memory of We-
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Kim Mckellar
I fought with the
ones inside. Denied their voices, denied their stories, denied the "we"
in my survival. Then I learned I owed them. I owed a debt of life and
hope and innocence that they held safe for me to find. And they left me
the crumbs by which to find it. They have taught me what it is to speak
truth, to name names, to whisper midnight confessions, secrets that have
begged for forgiveness as long as they lay heavy on my heart. They sang
me to sleep while taking on the monsters that chained me to my skin. And
they awoke in me a longing to dig deeper, to seek, always, the path that
I was meant to find. Wholeness. Community. Safety. Love. Laughter. Hope.
Redemption. Birth. I promise these things to the ones who live inside,
to the ones who let me fly from my past and who help me claim my future.
I will not seek to quiet you, as some would have me do. I will not turn
to drink or drugs to silence your fears or your celebrations. I will not
let my body betray you by becoming helpless and vulnerable. I will not
stop searching for home until there is room for us all to sit at the kitchen
table and share
a memory. The memory of we.
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